A blanket filled with feather down
and memories beneath it
A cover for the world we found
but lost before we reached it
A banquet for our hungry hearts
we secretly would spread
Our bodies on the comforter
that lays upon the bed
Once we wrapped ourselves together
now we lie alone
No more emails, no more words
no calls upon the phone
Love had run its course and then
we plowed into a wall
Nothing left to do but bail
when everything had stalled
Now at night i wrap myself
the blanket scarlet red
to resurrect the ecstasy
by which our hearts were fed ~
Blog: https://ozarkwaterpal.wordpress.com/
Shawn Porter is an aspiring poet, musician / songwriter, organic farmer and forager, making home in the Arkansas Ozarks.
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